Date Night

Since the beginning of us, Tom and I have been having date nights that consist of drinking a bottle of red wine, dipping ciabatta in seasoned oils, and talking. We hadn't done this for, well, about a year since it was around this time last year that I found out I was pregnant. Since it had been awhile, we decided tonight was the perfect opportunity to break out our favorite date routine. It wasn't long before Tom commented on the burning smell and I realized that smoke was billowing from the oven and our ciabatta had burned into a lovely shade of black. We still managed to salvage about half the loaf and enjoy it with our bottle of wine. It was delicious, even if it was a bit on the crunchy side. It's so nice to have fun date traditions from our former life (It really does feel like there is a big divide after having a baby!) to carry on into our future. I enjoy these quiet evenings together A LOT and I hope they continue!

We have big plans this weekend to make major progress on the basement. We spent a large portion of today measuring, cutting and painting trim. We ran in to a minor glitch with the window trim, but between today and tomorrow we should be able to get most of the trim finished and we should have the baseboard cut and painted. I'm hoping things will be semi-finished by the end of the week and we can get to the finishing details by the middle to end of November. It feels so nice to be making progress on this project.

We did a mystery shop at Applebee's for lunch today. It's sort of fun to sneak around and spy on different employees while getting a free lunch. One of the requirements of the shop is to identify and observe the manager. We had a few issues with this requirement. The manager probably walked by us 10 times but we couldn't read his darn name tag because it was so shiny! We had to come up with some sort of special circumstance in order to identify him so I made Tom beckon him over to our booth to ask him if the restrooms had baby changing stations. It was brilliant teamwork. We FINALLY got his name. The Westonator turned into a great help. The whole shop went very smoothly. I will, however, warn you not to pass a baby across a restaurant table without noting the height of the overhead lamp. Poor Weston got quite a bonk on the head and I felt like a pretty bad mommy for a few minutes!

I love weekends.